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Anna snorted. “See? Yup. Naked. They are going to have it out, eat each other’s faces, then fuck like rabbits all night.”
Maeve smirked. “Should I not expect him in the office in the morning?”
Sally tilted her head as if giving that some thought. “He’ll be there. He might be missing some organs, but he’ll be there.”
Laughing on her way out the door, Maeve departed, leaving a flushed Anna curled up on the couch.
“You staying?”
Slowly rising to her feet, Anna smiled softly at Sally, her gaze one of concern and love. “I know there’s a lot of stuff going on between you two, but I think…you both deserve happiness. I think you guys are perfect for one another.”
Tears stung the backs of Sally’s eyes as she rose and wrapped Anna in her arms, squeezing her. “Thank you, Anna-boo. I love you.”
“I love you, too, you crazy witch. Just give him the chance to explain his side of things, be open and honest with him about how his choosing Loni makes you feel, and if—by the end of it, you’re still unhappy…well….”
“I know, babe.”
Once Anna left, taking the remainder of the boxed wine with her, Sally cleared up the takeout containers, straightened the pillows on the couch, and sat down to wait.
He’d never been so fucking nervous in his life—not even on his wedding day, which had been as bursting with anxiety and doubts that he’d been tempted to run like hell. And he should have. It would have saved him all the headaches and heartaches from the continued mistakes he was making with Sallina.
Raising his hand, he knocked on her door, holding his breath. Maybe she wasn’t home. Maybe she heard he was coming and decided to leave his ass dragging in the wind.
The door swinging open made his heart leap, and at the sight of Sally standing there, green eyes on fire, hands on her hips, something else leaped in his pants.
He was speechless—God, he’d missed her. His arms ached to hold her, his mouth thirsted for the taste of hers. And she was standing right there. How did he even begin to tell her what was in his head…in his heart?
“Well? You gonna stand there like a goon, or are you going to come in and talk to me?” she asked, a single eyebrow telling him to get his ass in gear. So he did. He walked by her and turned to watch her shut the door and lock it.
Swallowing the nervousness and hoping she didn’t notice how tense he was, he said, “I’m sorry for coming by so late, but I…I had to see you. I had to talk to you.”
Without saying anything, she moved past him and sat on the couch, pulling her feet up under her to lean into the plump upholstered arm. She looked comfortable and still very guarded, as though she were waiting for him to tell her he’d fucked Loni and had come to break things off with her.
Just tell her!
Hesitating only a millisecond, he sat on the couch beside her, resting his hands on her thighs. She didn’t stiffen, and he nearly cried out in joy.
“You were right,” he admitted, waiting for the confusion to show on her face.
And…there it was.
“Right about what?” she asked, her eyes narrowing.
Sucking in and then letting out a deep breath, he answered with the truth. “You were right about Loni.”
Sally sat up, yanking her legs away from him to drop them to the floor. She sat stiffly, her expression hard. “Oh? What happened at lunch?”
“She wanted to have lunch at the house. We lived there when we were married, and I gave it to her in the divorce. I figured that the house was safe because it was away from gawping crowds, and I could leave easily if things didn’t go the way I’d hoped.”
Her breath hitched. “I’m assuming from the pinched look on your face, it was a train wreck.”
He nodded once. “A train wreck is an understatement. When I got there, she was wearing—I can’t even call it a dress because it barely covered all her bits and pieces. And when I commented on how inappropriate it was to invite me over while she was dressed like that, she waved it off, saying I’d seen her in less. I let it go because I didn’t really give a shit what she was wearing as long as her ears were working. Once we sat down to eat, she refused to talk about anything but shallow shit, and she kept touching me—my hands, my arms. Once she started putting her hand on my thigh, I knew the meal was over. But Loni wasn’t done. When I threatened to leave, she begged me to stay, telling me she had something she wanted to show me.”
“Yeah, her vagina,” Sally sneered.
A laugh escaped, and a smile followed. “No, thankfully. She took me to the separate drawing room where she had laid out book after book after book of pictures.”
“Let me guess…they were pictures of Jake, Loni, and you when you were growing up?”
